There is a point whereby translucent pathways are a blur. When anchored at this particular point, a person with my reasons could not be more enthusiastic at the thought of a possible accidental death or perhaps even, Armageddon. They provide a better and bigger cushion than a fork-way. What future? What plans? Haven't you heard? The world is ending in 2012. Or so they say.

Mistakes wouldn't be revealed; time disallows unfolding to occur. Life would be good. Keeping my fingers crossed for that celebratory moment. For now, my spirits are dampened, I am weakened, and living on the edge appeals like how alcohol is to someone drunken. The spark is wiped out. IGNITION IGNITION!